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4tex (lil yachty "cortex" remix" - 704 prod lyrics

i got this sh*t from andrew kelly
all my opps ghost like makaveli
nah, there ain’t sh*t your ass could tell me
you tried to snake but lack the venom
diamonds on me black as venom
my girl ass bounce back like jelly
now i see why her ex so jealous
man let me get this bag of fenty
i heard that sh*t in the grape vine, n*gga they wait by and talk smack to press me
your life bout mine, d*mn that’s depressing
my life makes yours, d*mn that’s impressing
i’ll drop this sh*t on my ig
n*ggas don’t like me
so they ignore it to spitе me
they share thеir n*gga’s own music
n*gga go stupid
no i mean literally, high key
yea i can tell that he wrote the sh*t
i give it to you, we both commit
my issue with your friends who promote it
that sh*t is ass, they know it, b*tch
you got it down on the clothing sh*t
you got it down on the videos
but godd*mn my n*gga really though
i heard colder sh*t off of “frozen” b*tch
i wrote this sh*t off the cortex, aye
i got yo b*tch in my vortex, aye
she told me “babe i want more s*x” wait
who you called “baby”? abort that, aye
forgot i had a lil shawty now, man she ’bout to gimme that bullsh*t, dang
ain’t use to love, this some new sh*t dang
i been out learning that new shebang
i want more checks, more s*x, more less, i just want everything
bad hoes on tour jets in corsets, for my set with me
ass naked givin lap dances to my n*ggas, just a regular thing
while my shorty in short sets, sippin’ hennessy right next to me
all these labels better check for me
go and jot up that lil check for me
b*tch don’t you see i’m the product, and i can produce, i’m an accessory
gon’ try put one your boys next to me
i turn that n*gga to some bread and cheese
i been to hungry, i’m yet to feast
yo chance like enemies, dead to me
drop top swerving through uptown, pull it the f*ck down, shoot out the roof like i’m yachty
crop top, pull it the f*ck down, titties and b*tt out, she tryna f*ck and just saw me
“pop pop”, knock em the f*ck down, shot by my personnel, opp can’t even get through the lobby
knock knock, y’b*tch at my door bell, thought she was yours well, that p*ssy was wet like dasani
opps always be on some f*ck sh*t
my n*ggas hands always stuck to the stick like a muppet
i’m in magazines, they jealous of it
now my n*gga gotta back me and dump his
make a n*gga dance when they pump him
got a n*gga spazzin’ doin some crump sh*t
he just got fed with like 30, they did him dirty, b*tch i ain’t talkin bout lunch shift
diamonds too wet like some fiji, splash
f*ck all this rap, i want tv cash
n*ggas want smoke, ain’t no need for that
n*ggas want beef, they need me for that
n*ggas be talkin bout jesus piece
but’ll cross you for one like on jesus back
n*ggas put claim on the rap god, f*ck all the smack talk, i bring the jesus back
aye j cole, aye bro! you should come put a n*gga on your payroll
opps hate, they hope… a n*gga won’t blow up ’cause they say so
i hate fake hoes.. i’ll never claim to associate those
i’m hot, they know, i don’t ride waves, i’ll just wait till my name float
we ain’t in the same boat n*gga
… 704 prod n*gga

- 704 prod lyrics

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